It's a dirty word. Exercise. At the age of thirty-five you will be shown two paths. Down one path you get weaker. Down the other, stronger. Up until that point (of course the fates can take you at any time) you can pretty much live anyway you want. Indulge all filthy pleasures. Then as the worm does , it starts to turn.
I won't go on and on. I have one question. " Do you want to end up, and I mean soon, a total carcass?"
Of course not. Here's what I do. I put "Kill 'Em All" by Metallica on the Ipod. I force my self to go for a run.
You don't have to be all cheerful, gee this is fun. Who wants to look in the mirror and see Nixon. Not you, not I.
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